Clint quickly arrived after receiving the call.

He saw Amos glaring at him as soon as he entered the ward. Wesley, who was next to him, gave him a sympathetic look.

Clint felt a chill down his spine. He thought about it several times and wondered what he had done wrong today.

However, he was sure that he hadn't done anything wrong...

Amos was the first to speak.

"Clint, as a special assistant, what is your duty?"

Clint answered immediately, "Do what I am supposed to do, don't say what I shouldn't say, and don't look at what I shouldn't!"

"Good!" Amos pursed his lips and said, "Since you know...